The last call of humanity

I went on my canvassing journey today, into the wide open spaces of the Madison hinterlands; down Milwaukee Street and way past the beltline. Twisting suburbian streets were met by my feet with horror, and for good reason. It turns out that most people will simply tell you to leave their door without any discussion. I guess I really shouldn't say most people, because really it was only about 50% of people. Many people simply say, "not interested" while others send their children to tell me that their parents can't come to the door. That trick is generally reserved for friends you don't want to play with when you're a kid, and you're parents are the messengers. Next time I'll be sure to kidnap a kid or two just to teach those parents a lesson. I would go into greater detail regarding specific scenarios, but it's all bullshit and to repeat such would only make my world view more bleak. It's not that I think the whole mercury pollution thing is the be all and end all of issues, however, nothing is more discouraging than people unwilling to even give you 2 minutes of their oh so precious fucking time. People like birth defects and the like. It's not like having any defectives will fuck up the already mentally sterile crowd that occupies the suburbs. As part of my own theory, I believe that people live in suburban areas specifically to avoid people and shut themselves into their own world. They thus deserve all that is coming to them, whatever it is that may be... mercuric rot, self-destruction, complete obedience to the master, etc. They feel no social responsibility and as far as I'm concerned they should put up larger gates and remain as hidden in within their mazes for eternity. The only thing that I can take from the whole experience is that I've now vowed to always give people coming to my door a good welcoming with cookies, soup and laughter. You're welcome, and thanks for taking the time to come by.

Adding to my cynicism is the group that's running this whole campaign. Supposedly "progressive" they neglect to pay me for this 10 hour day of "observation." Any more quotation marks and I'll shit myself. Yes, volunteering for a cause you deem worthy is noble, but less noble is advertising a paid position only to make people work as slaves. My newest temptation is to become reclusive myself, and hate things from my own little piece of heaven... good night.